Drifting Towards You

"Um... uh..." Li Xiaoxiao answered softly, but did not speak.

She swallowed softly, and climbed onto his back stiffly.

He didn't say a word, his arms crossed her legs and said, "Hold tight."

Li Xiaoxiao didn't say a word, and put his arms around his neck, clenching a little bit tightly.

Si Mocheng walked towards the direction of the vehicle with her back on his back, walking calmly.

Li Xiaoxiao was lost for a moment, and couldn't help but gently leaned her head on his shoulder. She put her small face on her side, her cheeks against his shoulders, her eyes lightly drooping and the corners of her eyes were a little sore.

His back is warm and strong, as in memory.

She couldn't help but remember that he had carried her on her back countless times before, and the long-lost feeling made her shed a string of tears.

Did he spot her?

Or just a coincidence.

Li Xiaoxiao closed his eyes lightly, feeling his breath and his temperature seriously.

She was afraid that after missing it this time, she would never feel his embrace again. She wanted to remember it more deeply.

Unlike two years ago, even the farewell was too late to say goodbye seriously.

She closed her eyes, hoping that he could walk a little bit slower, hoping that the road would be a little longer, so that he could carry her on his back for a little longer.

In fact, Simo City was indeed very slow.

There was no expression on his face, only the corners of his eyes were red, and there was a thin layer of mist.

He walks slowly and earnestly.

As if every step is across the past and present lives, be careful and careful.

The two were speechless all the way, and no one took the initiative to speak.

Surrounded by turmoil and chaos of war, they seem to be in another world, quiet but sad.

But after all, this road is very short.

It's as short as just over a hundred meters.

Simocheng finally stopped by the car, watching the wounded waiting to get in the car without moving.

Li Xiaoxiao circled the two hands around his neck, clasped them together, and tightened them a little bit, but was afraid that he would hear her voice, so he never spoke.

He stood there quietly with her back on his back, until all the wounded in front got into the car, leaving only two people standing beside a broken wall.

"Put the people down." A soldier stepped forward and said.

Si Mocheng didn't make a sound, and his Adam's apple moved slightly. After all, he slowly put her on the ground.

Immediately, he turned and left without looking at her again or looking back.

Li Xiaoxiao stood on the spot, staring at his back in a daze, knowing that his comrade-in-arms spoke: "Yunxi, can you come up?"

Li Xiaoxiao recovered, nodded, forced a smile, and was pulled into the car.

Some fragmented cars swayed away. She watched the back go to the place opposite to her, farther and farther, and gradually turned into a small black spot until it disappeared.

The corners of Li Xiaoxiao's eyes were a little wet, she retracted her gaze into the corner of the car, hugged her knees and said nothing.

So, it's really just a coincidence.

Thinking about it, her face was painted that way, and her appearance has changed a lot in the past two years. He didn't recognize her as well.

It's just inexplicable, but somewhat lost.

Li Xiaoxiao lowered his eyes, as if he could still feel his breath and temperature, and gently curled the corners of his lips, with a touch of tears on his eyelashes, leaving nothing but satisfaction.

She shouldn't be too greedy, she was lucky to be able to see him again.

Besides, he walked that way with her on his back.

She thought, probably she would never forget the feeling at that time in her life.

She will firmly engrave it deep in the memory, lest the memory is too short to support her to finish this life with a smile.